Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

"Everyone, prepare to kill!"

Aurora put on her helmet and spoke calmly, as if she was talking about a trivial matter, as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.

The veterans of the Terra Unification War and the battle-hardened Astartes of the Second Legion were well prepared and quickly formed their battle lines. Seeing the Primarch standing tall and majestic, the remaining planetary troops were greatly encouraged and they all raised their guns and aimed at the surging tide of greenskins.

At this moment, Aurora's body was surrounded by a bright red-gold light, which poured down like water, equally covering everyone present.

As soon as the greenskins approached, it was like hitting the scorching sun. Their bodies instantly became hot, began to boil and evaporate, and they didn't even have time to scream before they died and turned into wisps of green smoke.

PS: I wonder what readers think of this. This is the best I can do, and I don't know if it's good or bad.

Chapter 105 I am cunning and cruel!

On the battlefield, Primarch Aurora was like a god of war who had descended to the mortal world and dominated life and death. Her aura suddenly changed, and the light that was originally as warm as the spring sun instantly lost all its softness and turned into a cold and sharp light that seemed to be able to cut through the soul.

This light was like a meteor in a cold night, dragging a long, cold tail. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be frozen and crackling, almost freezing.

The long sword in her hand was shining with a faint light, as if it had a telepathic connection with her. Under the control of its owner, it became a ruthless guillotine that decided life and death.

Aurora's figure was ghostly and she moved as fast as the wind. Every time she swung her sword, it was packed with the power to split mountains and crack rocks. The sword blade passed through the void, making a piercing scream.

Those armor-clad, thick-skinned and extremely ferocious greenskins were as fragile as tender grass just emerging in early spring under the sharp sword force, and were cut in half at once.

Broken limbs and arms flew everywhere, and they collapsed to the ground, still twitching and wriggling, but had already lost their life; under the merciless baking of the sun, the green-skinned bodies quickly dehydrated and shriveled, and the dazzling green of the past faded, leaving only a gray and withered yellow, just like dead grass burned by a raging fire, scattered all over the ground, showing the deathly silence.

However, the war situation became increasingly dangerous, like boiling water, boiling to the extreme.

Looking around, the mountains and plains were filled with surging greenskins, densely packed and stacked layer upon layer, their number beyond imagination. Billions and billions of hideous figures, like a surging, endless black tide, rushed towards this area madly with roars and roars, vowing to crush everything in front of them into dust.

Aurora, however, remained calm and fearless, her figure agile and light, moving like a nimble swallow amidst the hail of bullets.

The long sword in his hand danced into a dazzling ball of light and shadow, at an extremely fast speed. Only the cold light flashed and the sword shadows flew. No one could see how many times it was swung.

The red-gold psychic flame on the Primarch's body burned fiercely, and the light was so bright that it seemed as if a new sun suddenly exploded, and the dazzling light rushed and spread in all directions. Wherever it passed, heat waves rolled and the pressure was overwhelming.

The greenskins who were killed by the long sword and whose dirty blood splattered out were instantly wrapped by high-temperature psychic energy while still in the air.

A "sizzling" sound rang in the ears, and the dirty blood was like ice thrown into a furnace. In the blink of an eye, it turned into billowing blood mist and dissipated completely, without leaving a single stain on Aurora's armor, which was given to her by her mother with extraordinary meaning and full of deep affection. Even the cloak that fluttered violently behind her was spotless, and the corners of the clothes fluttered in the wind, showing its sacredness and nobility, as if the blood and filth of the battlefield never dared to come close to desecrate it.

……

On the battle moon hanging high above the battlefield, the green-skinned leader was squinting his cunning eyes, taking in the battle situation below.

Its eyes were fixed on the dazzling and agile Aurora on the battlefield. Seeing her slaughtering the green-skinned guys as if she was in an empty space, it immediately understood in its heart that this beautiful big can was deliberately setting a trap to lure it into a fight.

The cunning war boss was never a simple-minded and reckless person. He was full of evil intentions. Although he knew that this was a provocation, the greenskins' belligerent and brutal nature could not help it.

The leader was wearing extremely rough armor with all kinds of wires exposed in a crooked manner. With every movement of the leader, the wires swayed and jumped like spasmodic tentacles.

The armor was as thick as a mountain, weighing heavily on it, but even so, it could not hide its iconic green butt and thick arms.

In one hand, it held a huge hammer covered with strange runes and capable of teleporting, and in the other hand, it wielded a power claw that gleamed with cold light and creaked. It looked aggressive and had a ferocious face.

When the time came, a sinister look flashed in the green-skinned leader's eyes, and he activated the hammer's teleportation function.

In an instant, its figure flashed and appeared silently in the center of the battlefield like a ghost, raising dust and stirring up a small sandstorm around it.

Aurora reacted extremely quickly, her super sixth sense seemed to sound an alarm, making her alert instantly.

Looking up, I saw the war leader who appeared out of nowhere, with the hand without the power claw raised high. A light flashed in the palm of his hand, as if something was wrapped in violent energy, ready to go.

The next second, the hammer with a strong green "WAAAGH!" energy field shot out from the war boss's hand, roaring like a wild beast that had broken free from its shackles.

It was as fast as a runaway railgun, streaking a blinding green light in the air and heading straight towards Aurora.

"boom"

There was a loud bang, as if a meteorite hit the earth, deafening.

Aurora was like an extraordinary god of war on the battlefield, but she was unable to withstand this sudden attack. She was like a kite with a broken string, and was hit hard by the hammer and flew out, hitting the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

The green-skinned war chief, upon seeing this, threw back his head and laughed wildly, then opened his bloody mouth and roared, "Can! I am cunning and cruel! Cruel and cunning!"

The sound waves rolled, making the surrounding air buzz.

The green-skinned guys around were instantly ignited with passion, and burst into earth-shaking "waaagh" sounds at the top of their lungs, as if they were going to shout their throats out.

The sneak attack was successful!

The very proud war head clenched his fists, and the hammer automatically returned to his hand. At this time, he was infected by the greenskins' celebratory waaggh for him, and was swept up in the enthusiasm of his fellow tribesmen, and opened the champagne at halftime.

"Everyone, protect the Primarch!" Karl was anxious and shouted at the top of his lungs.

In an instant, the battle line that was originally fan-shaped shrank rapidly, and the warriors rushed towards Aurora's position like a tide, surrounding her tightly in the middle, with their spears pointing outward and shields raised high, forming a defensive posture like an iron wall, ready for battle.

In space, since the green guys landed on the surface of the planet and the war boss did not appear, their victory was inevitable.

Under the sun's radiance, Braimy is quietly suspended, its cold metal shell reflecting the faint light of the universe, like a dormant giant beast.

Inside the bridge, lights flickered and instruments hummed. The Great Sage's face, thinly veiled in human skin, was filled with anxiety, his mechanical form trembling with excitement. He pleaded with Blackmay, "That greenskin battle moon is extremely rare. It holds crucial clues to the aliens' technology and strategic deployment. If we miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to find it again! I beg you to order its retrieval."

Braimer frowned, his eyes repeatedly scanning the star map and the battlefield situation, weighing the pros and cons for a long time.

The situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly, and the Primarch was cut off by the huge Waagh force field, making it impossible to communicate.

Dividing the troops to recover the battle moon is a risky undertaking. If there is any mistake, the entire fleet may be in dire straits.

But the great sage's words were so firm and his urgent expression made people feel uneasy.

PS: I ask for something every day, whatever it is.

Chapter 106 Me too!

After a brief moment of deliberation, Brightman ultimately agreed to the Archmagos' proposal. However, he acted cautiously, not deploying too many troops, only sending a small contingent of several dozen Astartes to the Archmagos's command. The remaining Great Company troops he could mobilize were sent to support the Primarch, who bore the heavy responsibility, and to protect the "Mother," who could not afford to lose her life.

"Aurora, Aurora!" Hui Le's worried cry in the shadows pierced Aurora's mind like a sharp arrow.

"I'm fine, just a little painful." Aurora groaned, supported herself on the ground with her hands, and slowly stood up.

Amidst the expectant gazes of the mortals and Astartes, she stood straight, her steel boots clattering against the ground, breaking the celebratory atmosphere.

The war chief's eyes widened, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he said, "Can, you are not..."

Before he could finish, Aurora interrupted him with a sharp voice: "You're not already dead, so why not stop talking nonsense!"

The large piece of peeling paint on her chest armor was caused by the hammer of the war leader. At this moment, Aurora was furious, and her voice was chilling, which made everyone around her feel afraid.

"You... aren't you already dead?"

The war chief was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out of his head, his heart and eyes filled with disbelief.

In its green head, even a cunning man like it couldn't understand why its hammer, which could teleport enemies away, couldn't smash the can in front of it, and couldn't even make a crack in the iron shell of the can.

But in the blink of an eye, this warlike guy adjusted his mentality. Aurora in front of him had become a powerful enemy that he must conquer with all his strength.

"Greenskin leader, I have to say, you are indeed strong."

Aurora gripped the Sword of Power and Responsibility tightly in both hands. The blade ignited with red-gold flames. The light was so bright and surging that the timid greenskin was instantly reduced to charcoal. "After I kill you, your head will become my most prized possession."

"Me too!"

The war chief refused to give in, raised his huge hammer high with both hands, and smashed it to the ground.

In an instant, the earth shook and the green-skinned minions around were unable to dodge and were knocked to the ground in large numbers, without a sound.

The sword and the giant hammer collided with a force that seemed to be able to tear the sky apart.

At that moment, it was as if two meteors carrying thunder and lightning exploded in the air. With a "boom", the sound waves surged in a circular shape, making everyone's ears buzz and the ground beneath their feet tremble. The onlookers felt that their internal organs shook a few times; the sparks flying everywhere were like a tree of fire and silver flowers, dense and packed, crackling and splashing wantonly. Wherever they went, the ground was burned into charred potholes, and the air was also sizzling with heat, causing visible heat waves.

The war leader was hit so hard that his body was like being hit by a sledgehammer. He flew backwards several feet uncontrollably and fell heavily to the ground, raising a large amount of dust.

It instantly jumped up, its eyes wide open, and roared as it activated its power claws.

With a few "crackling" sounds, it stretched out, flashing with cold light, like several deadly sharp blades, whistling through the wind, and stabbed Aurora's throat, chest and other vital points at a tricky angle.

Aurora's original body instinct was activated. She tapped her feet lightly and turned sideways like a nimble swallow, avoiding the claws by a hair's breadth.

She spun along with the momentum, using it to relieve the force, her movements light and graceful, showing off her fighting skills.

At the same time, the red-gold energy around Aurora was like a raging sea of ​​fire, surging and roaring towards the opponent; the dark green energy around the war boss was like a rolling poisonous miasma, rushing towards him with bared fangs and claws.

As soon as the two colored torrents came into contact, they rubbed against each other violently, emitting a dazzling light. There was a continuous "sizzling" sound where the light intersected, as if metal was corroding in strong acid.

The attacks from both sides were extremely fierce, and the weapons were swung into afterimages. The speed of the back and forth was so fast that it was dizzying. Each blow contained a tremendous force, and the surrounding air was cut by the sharp blades and hammers, making a sharp whine.

As the battle became increasingly intense, the Primarch's eyes burned with fire, igniting her instincts. Her muscles instantly bulged, each one as taut as steel bars, her veins bulging and winding, and the raging power in her blood roared like a runaway horse.

He stomped his feet hard on the ground, and with a "crack", the ground cracked and gravel flew everywhere. The wild and savage nature unique to the original body broke out completely, and he looked like an ancient god of war.

The war leader took a glimpse of this, fear flashed in his eyes, and his attacking movement paused for a moment.

Aurora seized the fleeting flaw, and the long sword in her hand was ignited by the red-gold flame, and the sword whistled.

He took a bow step forward, twisted his waist, and swung the sword out with a "whoosh" like a strong bow with a fully drawn string.

The sword was faster than lightning, carrying with it the sound of whistling wind and scorching flames, slashing straight down.

The war boss raised his power claws in panic to block, and with a loud metallic "clang", the metal surface of the power claws instantly dented and twisted, like a can flattened by a sledgehammer; Aurora's sword continued to move forward, plowing a deep, charred, and smoking mark on the shield.

The attack continued, the Primarch's eyes fixed on the war boss's arm, which was equipped with power armor but exposed at the elbow.

His steps changed, and he shuttled like a ghost, instantly getting close to his opponent. With a flick of his wrist, the sword was like a nimble poisonous snake, and with a "swish", it accurately cut into the giant green-skinned arm with bulging muscles.

In an instant, flesh and blood exploded like fireworks, charred bone fragments flew everywhere, and boiling blood plasma sprayed out in a fan shape, splashing onto the ground, smoking with a "sizzling" sound, and the air was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood.

"Ah!" The war leader roared in pain, veins on his neck bulged, his eyeballs almost popped out, staring at the broken arm, his face full of astonishment and unwillingness.

But it was still as ferocious as ever. It swung the giant hammer with its only remaining arm, making a semicircle in the air, carrying a strong gust of wind, and smashed down on Aurora like a mountain.

Aurora held the sword in one hand, erect above her head, and with a "clang" sound, she firmly blocked the giant hammer, sparks flying everywhere.

Then she kicked the war chief in the abdomen, and while he was bending over, she swung her sword backhand, leaving several flaming scratches on his body.

After several rounds, the armor on the war boss's body was shattered, with iron pieces flying everywhere, like a rotten shell peeling off; blood gushed out from many wounds, gathering into a dark red pool of blood, and the ground beneath his feet was dyed a sticky dark red.

Its body was slashed with too many wounds by the primordial sword imbued with energy, and it bled too much. Even with the mysterious WAAAGH energy, its movements became slow and sluggish, like a trapped beast in a quagmire.

Every time he swung his hammer and blocked, a flaw was revealed, and he gradually became unable to withstand Aurora's violent attacks.

Seeing that the time is ripe, the opportunity for the final kill has arrived!

The long sword in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, instantly cutting off the last arm of the war leader.

The winner was decided. She grasped the sword with both hands, raised it high, and thrust the sword of power and responsibility into the scorched earth with all her might. Most of the sword was sunk into the earth, and cracks spread across the ground.

Then she flashed and appeared in front of the war leader as if teleporting, stepped heavily on his scarred body, took advantage of the momentum, leaned over and stretched out her right hand, tightly grasped the other's head, shouted, and exerted force suddenly. With a "crack", it was as if breaking a thick branch, and pulled the hideous head off.

Chapter 107 I Always Remember Your Names

This shocking scene, like the triumphal return of a god of war, firmly captured everyone's attention, inspiring praise and admiration from all present.

Primarch Aurora stood proudly, with the huge body of the greenskin war boss at her feet. The ferocious head in her hand was still dripping with warm blood, like a medal of victory.

The majestic aura emanating from the Primarch was like the scorching sun in the sky, shining brightly, causing everyone around him to unconsciously look up at him, their eyes filled with awe and respect.

The Dalian reinforcements sent by Brightman arrived at lightning speed, but were still a step too late.

What came into view was first the chaotic scene of the greenskin army fleeing in all directions like a defeated tide, followed by the shocking image of the Primarch standing majestically on the corpse of the enemy chief.

The company commander leading the team was shocked and felt a sense of respect. He immediately straightened his military uniform, stepped forward, raised his hand and saluted in a standard military salute. He stood straight, looked straight ahead, and waited quietly for the original leader's instructions.

Aurora seemed not to hear anything. She frowned slightly, and her excellent hearing caught a series of intermittent and weak calls: "Mother, Mother..." Following the sound, she saw the dead Astartes warriors of the Second Legion lying crookedly against the wall, their broken bodies covered with terrible scars left by the fierce battle.

But one of them still had life, a particularly tragic loss. Half his body had vanished, his exposed organs still emitting a faint trace of heat. His armor was shattered into pieces and drooped. Half of his face was just a blur of flesh and blood. Blood mixed with saliva occasionally flowed from the corner of his mouth, turning into bursting blood bubbles. Even so, his only remaining eye, seeing the Primarch approaching, still struggled to focus, and a glimmer of light escaped.

"If I pick you up now, will it hurt?"

Aurora leaned over and asked softly, her voice unspeakably gentle, completely different from the ruthless and decisive voice she had just had on the battlefield.

"No...I can." The soldier uttered the words with difficulty, his voice almost inaudible.

Aurora didn't say anything, she slowly squatted down with her tall body, and carefully picked him up, her movements so gentle that she was afraid of hurting him.

The warrior's blood quickly dyed her gorgeous cloak and shiny armor red. They were given to her by her mother and were her most precious treasures.

But the Primarch didn't even frown, her eyes were full of pity - the offspring in her arms, who fought desperately for the empire and shed her last drop of blood, was her supreme pride, so how could she feel disgusted?

"Mother...my name is..."

The soldier nestled in her arms, craving the long-lost warmth, and strained his lungs to utter his own name. His dry, cracked lips trembled slightly, each opening and closing weighing a thousand pounds.

Bright red blood foam continued to emerge from the corners of his mouth, soaking the charred flesh on his lips, but he ignored it. His only remaining eye was wide open, full of eagerness and desire, staring at the original body, wishing he could imprint his name into the other's eyes.

Once upon a time, in the Shura battlefield of the Unification of Terra, where flames filled the sky and smoke covered the sun, he charged into battle, fearless of the hail of bullets, weaving through flying shrapnel, his sharp blade soaked in the blood of the enemy, and the scars on his body were all medals of honor.

At that time, he was the strongest shield in front of his comrades and also the sharp blade that tore through the enemy's defense line. How brave and fearless he was!

But just now, he collapsed under the ruins, his broken body like a candle in the wind, and his former vigor and spirit were gone.